After all the works the place look so bare that I am always worried it is an invitation to fly-tipping. Besides every bit of rubbish look evident in all this flatness.
So better to get on with it.
There is still some bramble patch that I managed to have it preserved untouched (so at least some re-colonisers hopefully will spring forward as the seasons progress) but it made for hard going even in this quick dust-over.
I am happy I managed to curb some of the volunteer enthusiasm in this respect a little surprise sprang out when I was going over the Albridge Street end.
The foxlet strolled around peacefully and unhurriedly, I on the other end (and my friend too) started to feel the pinch of cold. It is was time to rp it up and come back to the indulgent embrace of our artificial summer in the human beehive!!